I knew it from the start, saw your eyes looking in mine.
I think of you;
I wonder, what is on your mind,
When you think of me?
You must be thinking,
I do not know about this whole thing,
And you think of me as that type of girl who does not care at all,
But it is the exact opposite –
I even write diary entries about you.
I think this is gonna end,
Without me knowing directly from you that you liked me,
And without you having a clue I knew about this –
Since the very first day-one.
I still wait for your eyes on me.
How cool,
You imagine me in the songs you listen to;
You know, I care,
And I notice almost everything –
Even if I would not have to care.
I am glad if you made me your inspiration;
You might think that I am so dense,
To not notice your signs, hints, and signals,
But I notice all of it –
From the very first day-one.
You think it is strange I never knew,
But I have known since the very first day-one;
You think I did not care,
But I did;
You think I did not understand,
But even if you did not say it,
Our eye contact could tell it.
. . . Our eye contact since the very first day-one.
